Just finished my second novel, which is called "The Man of Letters."Warning: Spoiler! (Click to show)
There is a murderer on the loose. When he finishes his act of murder, he sews a letter onto the sweater of the victim. The police think the letters will spell out clues, and they are right…sort of. After the requisite number of murders, the sweaters spelled out "I sowed letters." The police thought he was a postmodern, self-referential murderer who didn't spell good. But how wrong they were! He actually did sow letters…in a local farmer's field! After a couple of months, the letters grew into vegetables, which revealed the truth.